We’re headed to Houston for the weekend to give the grandparents an Asa fix. Eliot’s making dinner and I’m hiding out in the bedroom thinking about packing. I have not entirely unpacked from my last trip and I’m not excited to do it now. Perhaps a small nap would help. Trips to Houston are a lot more fun now that I get to meet up with J. to run. Dinner’s ready, so I’ll just leave you with some Asa antics to start your weekend out right. Asa’s taken to pretending to be a Chicken Monster Truck. He rolls over the top of you and then he sits next to you and clucks and flaps his arms a lot.
Some race reports